Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where moonlight dances on the leaves,
A world of magic softly breathes,
In whispers only night perceives.

The stars above, a shimmering veil,
Guide the path through the mystic trail,
Where tales of old in silence sail,
And dreams unfold in the midnight gale.

Creatures of legend roam the glen,
In shadows deep, beyond our ken,
A realm untouched by time or men,
Where fantasies ignite again.

Here in the heart of the enchanted wood,
Secrets of ages understood,
In every rustle, in every mood,
Lies the promise of eternal good.